— Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries (via jaimelannister)
"Sunk for a long time in profound thoughts as to the value of obscurity, and the delight of having no name, but being like a wave which returns to the deep body of the sea; thinking how obscurity rids the mind of the irk of envy and spite; how it sets running in the veins the free waters of generosity and magnanimity; ’What an admirable life this is,’ he thought, stretching his limbs out under the oak tree. ‘And why not enjoy it this very moment?’"
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
"He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body."
Night and Day (1919), Virginia Woolf